"Good."I handed Jully a menu and waited as she read it. The thoughts that had been going through my mind returned. Most important among them: why had ...he kissed me? She couldn't possibly want to be in a relationship with me. And I surely couldn't just ask her outright. The best thing would be to just wait it out. Make no presumptions. Jully broke through my thoughts again, which was just as well since the depressing thoughts were creeping back. I ordered dinner for us and joined my friend on. "Wait, please wait" she begs.Fuller hesitates and stops.The other pedestrians flow around them."You can spit on me for a dollar," she offers.Fuller stares at her speechless."I know you despise me."For a minute, Fuller stops breathing. He is dressed in a business suit standing at a busy downtown street corner across from a park. He looks down at the panhandler. She is dressed in old blue jeans and a man's faded, plaid, wool shirt.She's thin with long brown hair. Her hair is parted in the middle.. Each of them kissed me fondly and said something loving. I know this is not a dream, but I'm still trying to figure out how I ended up here. Let's take a realistic inventory. I'm six feet, not bad looking, trim, able to run four miles, have enough hair to comb, and financially independent. I happened into the lives of these beautiful girls not by my own ingenuity. I did have empty rooms in my house, but who the hell can schedule a hurricane? I have season tickets to the Albany Symphony, a red. I was staggered by this transformation in her, but duly obliged. She dressed provocatively, rubbing her hands over her body in the process and applied bright red lipstick to her face. The drive to the dogging site took about 20 minutes and in the meantime she had finished off the bottle of wine. The site was a secluded pull in off a b-class road – surrounded by trees it was perfect. By now it was about 8 pm and although we were first on scene we were soon joined by another car. This was.